A familiar tune sounded in the distance, seeming to come nearer yet at the same time fading. I gawked through our window searching out to where the tune came from. A group of little children loomed before my eyes as I peek more closely. They wore a timid smile with their faces turning red while blowing the notes of their song. It was cool that these children showed up to uplift my down spirit through their Christmas carols. In unison they sang commonly Christmas jingles, giving out what’s within their small diaphragm. At length they relinquished on their rendition and turned their heads up to me, waiting for the reward as expected. Instantly, I felt myself a shove to get my coins for them since an increasing anticipation was etched on their faces.I have sensed a chill of envy towards these kids who seems to be very ecstatic about the coming of Christmas. Unlike me, despite having a vivid and vibrant environment brought by the Christmas decor in our house and in the neighborhood, still I barely feel the essence of Christmas. It feels that this special day will just pass like the ordinary days I have slept in and woke up to. Why am I feeling such? Where has the excitement gone? I must admit I’m not a kid anymore thus gone are those days when I have to hang stockings. Gone are those days when excitement was about those kids stuff like that of Santa Claus and his gifts. I’m grown up now and that perhaps the reason I’m not so into Christmas. And not as intense as before my anticipation and yearnings towards it has faded. However, despite the poor turn my emotions had taken, I still know what Christmas is all about. In a deeper sense, the reason behind this occasion is something much important than what I am being sad about. After all it’s the birth of Christ that we celebrate and those gifts and other things are just secondary.
A gust of wind curled through my system making me realize how naive I am to still cling on the fancy thoughts as a kid. I then composed myself, picked up my emotional pieces and drew a smile on my face. Not a moment longer, another set of children arrived and started blowing out a tune. The minute I heard them had wonderfully transformed my dull outlook towards Christmas. Well, I was just too late to realize that it is much nicer to play as Santa Claus and make these kids happy than be sad and yearn for things that will never come again at least with this my longings are somehow filled.